This outburst caused quite a stir, with friends praising Josie for her boldness.
Outside the door, I clutched my skirt tightly, my body trembling.
Yesterday was our fifth wedding anniversary. I had personally cooked many of Garett's favorite dishes.
I reheated the food over and over, only to receive a message that he had to work late for a meeting.
To allay my suspicions, he even arranged for his secretary to play along in the charade.
I recalled the scene from five years ago when he married me.
He raised my hand high, tears in his eyes, loudly proclaiming to the world: "I married Luna! She's my darling!"
That day he laughed and cried, as if finally achieving his lifelong dream.
But in just five years, the boy who once made me feel like I'd won the world now left me utterly defeated.
Unable to watch anymore, I turned to leave.
As I turned, I bumped into a waiter coming to serve dishes. I gestured for him to stay quiet:
"Don't let the people inside know I was here."
Fearing he might talk and disrupt my plans, I slipped him some cash before leaving with peace of mind.
I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye and composed myself as I walked away.The driver noticed Garett's clothes were still on me and seemed confused:
"Ma'am, didn't you see your husband? Why don't you sit in the car for a bit? I can help you deliver them. You don't look well."
I waved my hand and tossed the clothes into the car. "He's burning up right now and doesn't need clothes. I'll bring them back when I return home. You can go drive another car. I need this one."
I got into the car, started it up, and drove to the Business University where Garett and I had spent wonderful college years together.
In a daze, I seemed to see that spirited young man, cupping my face, making lifelong promises to me.
He said, "I'll only love Luna in this lifetime."
He said, "Luna, I can't live without you."
Garett, those who break their promises must swallow ten thousand needles.
So I'll punish you. After a month, you'll never see me again.